Hayden watched Ewan leave the trailer and was not at all embarrassed that his
eyes were glued to Ewan's trademark walkaway; the cocky sway of his hips, in
particular. Ewan McGregor was a good looking guy, definitely, and after what
he'd just done to Hayden there was a little more swagger to Ewan's step than
usual making him even more appealing and interesting. Not that he wasn't already
interesting enough. Since Hayden had met the man he'd been trying to figure the
older guy out. Every time Hayden thought he had Ewan pegged, Ewan would say or
do something that would confuse Hayden all over again. He wasn't the typical
Hollywood actor and Hayden would have liked to have blamed that on the whole
Euro/Scottish charisma thing but no, it really had nothing to do with that. The
gorgeous eyes and the flashy grin and the sweet body were all nothing compared
to the man’s personality. Ewan had a powerful, somewhat dominating, presence and
Hayden often found himself forgetting that he was the taller of the two, there
was such an odd desire to look up into Ewan's eyes when they spoke and this
despite they'd been friends for some time. Good friends. Weird friends, now. Or
were they still friends, even? Were they more? Less? Hayden stared at nothing
and chewed his lip slightly, thinking.

So Ewan was a cosmic flirt, everyone knew that. Hayden was a little unnerved
the first time Ewan had called him 'beautiful boy' with such close, direct eye
contact. Honestly, it had given him a delicious chill translating instantly into
a half-hard erection but eventually he realized that Ewan was like that with
everyone: gracious, flattering, suave. That understanding had come to Hayden
with no little heartbreak; knowing that he wasn't special enough to garner all
of Ewan's focus for any real length of time. But he’d understood. He couldn’t
expect them to be good together as different as they were but still, he’d hoped
a little… even if he’d barely admitted it to himself. And then he'd had the day
from hell complete with mini meltdown and ended up in his personal on-set
trailer ranting to himself, completely frustrated, wondering if he could get
away with murdering George Lucas. And Ewan had come in, hadn't even knocked,
just walked in, locked the door behind him, told Hayden to shut up and relax,
and then had dropped to his knees and fondled and sucked and licked and
swallowed an orgasm out of Hayden that was so good he was still vibrating from
it. That moment when he’d finally stopped freaking out and started enjoying what
was happening was bliss but when he'd somehow managed the nerve to actually look
down and see Ewan McGregor's big eyes staring back up at him while his little
pink mouth was wrapped so tightly around Hayden’s rock-hard dick? Well, that was
the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. Unfortunately, Ewan had
disappeared afterwards almost as quickly as he'd arrived. Just a smirking wet
peck on Hayden's lips and a nonchalant 'see you later' and Ewan had gone,
leaving Hayden dealing with a mess of emotions and thoughts. It wasn't even like
Hayden had actively wanted to do anything distinctly sexual with Ewan, at least
not at first. They were just a few scattered fantasies, vague and sublimely
erotic. Mild flirtation between the two had turned into bold flirtation had
become passing touchy-feely hugs and close-mouthed kisses at greetings and
departures from the set. Ewan was like that with everyone, dammit, and Hayden
had several chances to see this for himself so why... why grant sexual favors to
a friend? Why would Ewan do that? Because they were friends? Hayden wasn't
prudish and he knew several people who believed in keeping special friendships
with a side dish of 'benefits.' Is that what he and Ewan were now? Or had Ewan
just done it to relieve Hayden's stress and keep him in line and well-behaved
and get him back in front of the green screen on time? No, he didn't think so,
Ewan wasn't like that at all. Hayden grinned to himself thinking of Ewan as the
studio poster boy, passing out blowjobs to keep productions costs down. Ewan
wasn't a dark horse. Well, not really. Although, Ewan hadn't exactly asked for
permission to go down on Hayden when he'd walked in; not that Hayden was stupid
enough to turn down sexual gratification from someone he'd initially
hero-worshipped.

But what if Ewan did this for all his friends? He hoped Ewan had done it
because he felt something for Hayden, something beyond friendship, but what if
it had meant nothing to Ewan? What if Hayden really wasn't special at all?
Hayden stared at the door, hurting at the possibility, and tried hard to
remember all the passing commentary from their associates and friends in regard
to Ewan. He didn't remember anyone making lewd remarks or doing that dumb
waggling eyebrows thing around Ewan and Ewan himself, while he seemed to flirt
with everyone, he wasn't overly intimate with people. The guy was charming and
could even be smarmy but he wasn't whorish at all, Hayden had never gotten that
impression of him. The more Hayden considered the implications the more
comfortable he felt with what had happened between them and the more he felt
like perhaps ‘friends with benefits’ wasn't too far off the mark but, still, he
felt like there was something he was missing. He certainly wasn't going to
understand anything else about their weird relationship until he talked with
Ewan. But knowing Ewan as well as he did, Hayden thought perhaps instead of
talking about it, Ewan would just hand him the same mantra he always did: Relax
and enjoy the ride. Hayden could be okay with that, with whatever or however
things ended between them. But if he could get more out of Ewan, he'd certainly
try. He was looking forward to the ride.